The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"Don't be silly, I know everything."

Toyama Kazuha approached Mao Lilan with hostility, "You are the woman named 'Kudo' who kidnapped Heiji to Tokyo!"

"Ah?" Mao Lilan blinked her big eyes, a little confused.

"Um, are you mistaken? My name is Maori..."

"I just want to tell you one thing." Yuanshan Heye raised his fist fiercely, and made a threatening look on his chubby little face without any dignity.

"Heiji and I have always been good friends locked in the 'iron chain'! If you want to take action against Heiji, you must get past me first!"

Hattori Heiji, who had gone to get the sauce earlier, just came back. He seemed stunned for a moment when he saw that his seat was occupied. Then, after looking at the person sitting there, he said with a hint of confusion, "What's wrong, Kazuha?"

"Why are you here?"

"Of course I came to see how that woman named Kudo has bewitched you!" Yuanshan Heye said with some grievance, her nose was sore, and her voice became hoarse.

When Hattori Heiji heard this, he was unable to comprehend the situation and just stood there for a while holding the sauce plate.

Then he laughed loudly, pointed at Yuanshan and Ye and said, "You want me to laugh my teeth off, you woman."

He calmed down, put down the sauce, sat next to Yuanshan Heye, and put half of the sauce on her plate: "The Kudo I'm talking about is a man, a man!"

"Boss, give me an extra portion of mine!" He shouted behind the food window, pointed his thumb back at Mao Li Ran, and continued to tease Kazuha.

"And this woman is Kudo's woman."

"Ah?" This made Mouri Ran blush, and even Conan, who was sitting next to her, had a red face, and his head was about to smoke.

"Kudo's woman?" Toyama Kazuha looked at her with an inquiring look.

Mao Lilan waved her hands in panic: "No, it's not like that!"

Kazuha turned her head and poked Hattori Heiji's shoulder with a sour look on her face: "She said no."

"You're shy." Heiji joked with a smile.

Ran Mouri and Conan sat upright, their hands on their legs, their eyes bulging and their faces red.

Uncle Maori tapped the table with his fingers boredly, waiting for his okonomiyaki to be served.

"Then why don't you ask Kudo to come?" The misunderstanding was resolved, and Toyama Kazuha decided to help Heiji entertain the guests to prevent this guy from being careless and impolite.

"Well, actually..." Hattori wanted to say that Kudo had already arrived, but Conan at the side pinched his thigh hard under the table and made a "hush" gesture to him.

Hattori Heiji felt pain, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, so he just changed the subject: "He has something else and can't come."

"By the way, what's the story behind the 'Iron Chain' you just mentioned?" asked Mao Lilan curiously.

Hattori Heiji didn't expect that she was interested in this. He subconsciously touched his chest and felt relieved when he felt a bump.

"Actually, it happened when we were kids. Heye and I found a pair of old handcuffs my dad used in the attic of our house, and we used them to play a game of cops and robbers."

"Maybe the handcuffs had been rusted from being stored for too long, and they couldn't be opened from the back. As a result, there was a huge fight and even caused a commotion." He laughed out loud when he talked about that ridiculous time.

Yuanshan Heye added, a little powder on her cheeks: "Not only that, the worst time is that I have to take a shower and go to the toilet with him."

Hattori hurriedly covered her mouth: "Idiot, there's no need to say such things!"

"Taking a shower and going to the toilet?" Mao Lilan didn't know what she was thinking about, and her previously rosy face quickly turned pale again.

"As a souvenir, I put a piece of the handcuffs into the amulet. It's the amulet we got at Kiyomizu Temple in Kyoto." As she spoke, she pulled out the amulet hanging on a rope from her collar.

"It's so disgusting. You'd better throw it away." Hattori Heiji squinted his eyes deliberately and saw her raise the amulet in her hand in front of him with a look of disgust.

"What? If you dislike it so much, just give it back to me. What's the point of wearing it for so many years?" Kazuha pounced on him, suppressed Hattori Heiji's struggle, reached her hand into his clothes through the collar, found the amulet hanging around his neck, and held it in front of him as if it were proof.

"Let me go!" After struggling for a while, Heiji felt the warm and smooth touch of the skin on his chest. He couldn't help but tremble all over and lost his strength.

Mao Lilan watched the two of them playing as if no one was around. Their intimacy was too obvious.

"Excuse me, are you two..."

"Are you dating?"

"Eh?" The two stopped their actions at the same time, with Toyama Kazuha lying in Hattori Heiji's arms, looking over with her cute little eyes.

"No way!" Toyama Kazuha realized that she was too close and caused misunderstanding, so she jumped up quickly and said, "Heiji and I are just ordinary childhood friends."

"He often needs someone to take care of him, just like a sister takes care of her brother."

Hattori Heiji squinted at her and pinched her flailing hands: "How dare you say that? Who was the one who cried because of an earthquake in his dream last time and needed someone to accompany him?"

"hiss--"

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my waist.

The corner of his eye twitched, and he turned to explain to Maori and the others: "Her father is the criminal director of the Osaka Police Department, and he is a good friend of my father, so we have known each other since childhood."

"Is that so?" Kogoro Mouri picked up the cup, rinsed his mouth, and drank it down in one gulp.

"A detective boy and a detective's daughter? They sound like an unlucky couple."

"How could that be? They obviously match very well." Mao Lilan looked at her father disapprovingly.

Finally, the farce of the so-called tracker came to an end, and the owner of the shop quickly brought the prepared okonomiyaki to them. The hot aroma filled their faces, making them salivate.

As a few people unpacked their chopsticks and were about to eat their food, a huge crash was heard outside the shop. It sounded like an object falling at high speed hitting the hood of a car.

Then there was another sharp brake sound, followed by the dull sound of steel colliding.

The store door was half blocked by a curtain, so it was impossible to see what was happening outside.

But the three intuitive men put down their chopsticks and rushed out to check the situation.

......

To be honest, it was the FBI that attacked the research center.

The one who ran away was Gin.

The reason why some of the test subjects escaped was the bomb left there by Grunfiddi.

Logically speaking, they should be the ones to take care of the final things, right?

But why did the task of retrieving the experimental subjects fall on Bourbon?

He is a standard intelligence officer!

Toru Amuro felt like crying but had no tears, but he remained calm as he held the steering wheel and waited patiently for the red light to pass.

"I think, there aren't many cars around now, can't we just step on the accelerator and pass by?" In the back seat, Glenfiddich arrogantly crossed his long legs on the passenger seat and fiddled with his Desert Eagle with interest.

"Running a red light is against the law. Although my identity is legal on the surface, it would be best if there were no loopholes." Amuro Toru answered slowly, for he was afraid that this guy would impatiently throw a bomb and blow up the traffic light.

"Besides, this road is a one-way street. Even if you run a red light, you will be blocked by the cars in front of you and won't go much faster."

"Isn't it very spacious there?" Glenfiddich pointed to the sidewalk on the side.

Toru Amuro's head was full of black lines.

"If you ask me, you intelligence guys just like to play with multiple identities." Seeing that he didn't reply, Grunfiddi sighed in boredom.

"It's like this for Vermouth, it's like this for Rum, and it's like this for you too."

He missed vodka a little.

Although his level is not good, he can play the supporting role.

"Intelligence work is very important. Your action team can't move forward without our intelligence." Amuro Toru replied lightly, silently calculating in his mind that the red light time was almost up, and he gripped the car lightly, ready to shift gears.

"If you act like a two-faced person for too long, be careful not to forget your true self." The sudden whisper startled him, and he even paused for a moment when pressing the accelerator.

Amuro glanced at the rearview mirror, but only saw Granfiddi take out the magazine of the Desert Eagle in his hand, take out the bullets one by one, and then push them back one by one.

It was as if that sentence was just his illusion.

"No wonder Gin likes that Beretta. It's really fun to play with a large caliber." After checking the condition of the Desert Eagle, Glenfiddich nodded with satisfaction, turned on the safety, and aimed at Toru Amuro's head through the seat.

"I don't really like being pointed at with a gun. Can you please stop?" Toru Amuro didn't need to look through the rearview mirror to know what he was doing. The intuition he had developed over a long period of time made him feel a tingling sense of nervousness the moment the gun was pointed at him.

"Don't be so serious and say something that only Gin would say, Bourbon-chan."

After adding a suffix to his colleague without permission, Glenfiddich drew a circle in the air with the Desert Eagle in his hand, turned the silver-gray pistol half a circle, and casually turned off the safety.

"What's the name of the test subject we're going to capture, Numakawa? Showa?"

"Numabuchi, Numabuchi Kiichiro."

"Whatever, he's just an experimental subject." Gryffindor spread his hands, rummaged around in the inner pocket of his windbreaker, pulled out an orange-flavored lollipop, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

"You've all found your location, why don't you just blow them up?"

"The mission given by the organization is to bring the person back alive." Amuro Toru did not comment and only talked about the mission.

"so troublesome."

After complaining, Glenfiddich stopped talking and leaned against the window, closing his eyes to rest.

Toru Amuro closed his mouth and his eyes flickered.

From what he knew, the organization demanded that Numabuchi be brought back alive because an experiment on him was successful. Although he didn't know the specific content of the experiment, it was definitely not a good thing.

If there is no way to control Numabuchi in the hands of the Public Security Bureau, then it must be destroyed. The organization's experiments must not be allowed to make further progress.

That would only kill more people.

A fierce light flashed silently in his eyes, and he made a decision.

Just as his thoughts were flowing, an unexpected scene happened.

Bang! !

A black shadow fell from the sky at an extremely fast speed, hit the hood of the car heavily, and then was recoiled by the impact force of the car itself and flew a long distance.

Toru Amuro quickly stepped on the brakes and avoided running over.

"Did you hit someone?" Glenfiddich opened his eyes and asked Toru Amuro who was about to get out of the car.

"I don't know." Amuro Toru shook his head bluntly. The black shadow fell so fast that it was a little blurry. He couldn't see clearly what it was.

However, in terms of the force of the impact, it does feel like a human body.

"Hurry up and solve it. I don't want to be watched like a monkey." Grunfiddie looked out the window and saw many passers-by gathered around and pointed at him. He frowned, resisting the urge to take out a bomb, and his tone was not very good.

Toru Amuro got out of the car and checked the front of the car first.

The hood is dented, it looks like the force was quite strong.

He felt something was wrong and looked along the long trail of blood in front of the car. Sure enough, he saw a bloody figure lying quietly on the ground, without any movement.

The passers-by around were looking at this with strange eyes, apparently thinking it was a car accident scene.

But Toru Amuro knew clearly that there was no one on the road when he was driving, and that this person must have fallen from the sky.

He raised his head and looked at the height of the building next to him. It was about seven or eight stories high. If he fell from the top floor, he would indeed be accelerated to this extent.

Get close to the corpse and squat down, and you can see the hemp rope tightly tied around the waist of the corpse at first glance.

Judging from the color of the bloodstains on the ground, the body had been dead for a long time and was not just killed by the fall or being hit by him.

This can be seen from the fact that there is no blood splatter on the front of his car.

This is probably a murder case.

He had the answer in his mind.

呲——

A shrill sound came from behind him. Toru Amuro got up and looked back, only to see a fiery red muscle sports car kissing his Mazda's butt hard, leaving a big dent in it.

His heart skipped a beat with the huge collision.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I didn't brake. I was too far away and couldn't see your hazard lights clearly." A young man with pigtails and a dissolute temperament got out of the driver's seat, smiled apologetically, and walked over to shake his hand.

"Don't worry, this is all my fault. I'll take you to the repair shop later and I'll cover all the expenses."

However, as soon as he passed the poor Mazda, Takuya Mifune's expression changed.

Looking at the corpse with its horrific death, blood all over its body, and limbs bent at strange angles, he swallowed subconsciously.

"No, man."

"I'm not sure who is responsible in this situation..." He took out his cell phone and quickly called the police. Then he stared at Amuro Toru vigilantly, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Amuro Toru felt tired.

He pulled out his business card: "Toru Amuro, a detective."

"I can explain the situation. Yes, I don't mean to stop you from calling the police, but can you please not exaggerate?"

He looked at Takuya Mifune kindly, and heard him say into the phone, "There's a perverted man-bashing guy over here, come quickly because I'm scared," and veins popped up on his forehead.